We had another fun morning at our writing class. As usual, I was amazed at the courage of these women -- and our leader, David -- all writing straight from the heart with the audacity of people who have nothing to lose by being brazenly honest. As almost always, I sincerely enjoyed just listening to their youthful, frisky words. 

I did feel bad, though, about leaving without helping to celebrate David's birthday. I wish we had stayed just a few more minutes, to share some food and drink and say some good words to the birthday guy. 

"A Girl Writing", oil, by Henriette Browne (1829-1901)